The denunciation of the young is a necessary part of the hygiene of older people, and greatly assists the circulation of the blood.

Growing old is not a gradual decline, but a series of drops, full of sorrow, from one ledge to another below it.

We need new friends; some of us are cannibals who have eaten their old friends up; others must have ever-renewed audiences before whom to re-enact the ideal version of their lives.

How many of our daydreams would darken into nightmares if there seemed any danger of their coming true!

We need two kinds of acquaintances, one to complain to, while to the others we boast.

If you are losing your leisure, look out! You are losing your soul.

Thank heavens, the sun has gone in and I don’t have to go out and enjoy it.